Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 88：The “evil plan” worked
 

“What? The leader of the Demon Slayer Association defected?” Hayashi Junko’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?”

“I have no reason to lie to you,” I smiled and continued, “Now, I might be the only one who will oppose the Satan’s Cult and have a chance to destroy it.”

Hayashi Junko lowered her head in thought for a moment before looking up at me and saying, “You still haven’t said what gives you the confidence to destroy them.”

I didn’t answer, just smiled and said, “Look around.”

Hayashi Junko did as I said and was shocked to find that the surroundings had somehow turned blood-red and extremely eerie!

“What is this!” Hayashi Junko was utterly shocked, her face turning pale with fear.

She tried to turn and leave but found herself unable to move.

Because her feet were already firmly grasped by a pair of ghostly hands.

At this moment, countless ghostly figures, with no ears or noses, only large mouths and eyes, emerged from the blood-red walls.

The ghosts groaned deeply, dragging their slow footsteps towards Hayashi Junko.

Hayashi Junko was terrified but did not scream wildly. Instead, she tried to calm herself, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the ghosts with trembling hands.

But the ghosts ignored the gun and continued to approach her, getting closer and closer.

Finally, Hayashi Junko couldn’t hold back any longer. Her eyes flashed with a murderous intent as she pulled the trigger!

Click!

The loud gunshot she expected did not occur. Instead, it was replaced by the sound of my snapping fingers.

Hayashi Junko saw the room return to its original state. The gun she thought she had been holding tightly was still holstered at her waist. She stood there, dumbfounded and speechless.

“Creating illusions is my ability and my assurance for defeating the Satan’s Cult,” I said, looking at her bewildered and terrified expression with a calm smile. “I didn’t use this power before because I wanted to catch them off guard. However, the Satan’s Cult leader’s abilities were stronger than I anticipated, so I was captured.”

I deliberately lied to prevent Hayashi Junko from doubting my capabilities and refusing to help me.

Hayashi Junko shook her head vigorously, taking a long time to realize that everything she had just seen was an illusion.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, her face pale as paper but her eyes showing determination. “You’re a demon. You wouldn’t help me for nothing, right?”

“Smart,” I smiled. “I want your body!”

Hayashi Junko was stunned at first, then her eyes gradually turned red.

She struggled internally for a while, then suddenly gritted her teeth and reached to unbutton her collar.

“You misunderstood. I don’t want you to offer yourself to me,” I quickly stopped her, pointing to Zicheng behind me. “I mean him.”

Chapter 87:

“Zicheng?” Hayashi Junko stopped her actions, her eyes red and confused.

“Yes, I want you to use your body to keep him,” I said, looking at Zicheng, who was unconscious on the table. “He’s disheartened by certain things and wants to leave.”

“Zicheng… Zicheng is also a demon?” Hayashi Junko asked in surprise.

“Yes, he can see the memories of corpses before they died. This ability is very helpful to us. If Zicheng leaves, it will be much more difficult to eliminate the Satan’s Cult.”

“But Zicheng is devoted to his wife. How can I keep him?” she asked.

“You don’t need to worry about that. I have my methods. You just need to keep him here, and I’ll do my best to bring down the Satan’s Cult,” I said, looking at her. “But you must promise me not to tell him about this.”

“So, do you want to make a deal with me?” I asked seriously.

Hayashi Junko looked at Zicheng with a complex expression, then stared at me for a moment before nodding sadly.

Then, we made a blood pact.

“Don’t forget the promise you just made,” I said with a slight smile. Hayashi Junko turned her head away, seemingly not wanting to look at me.

Her voice was a bit hoarse as she asked, “So… what do you want me to do now?”

“Nothing, just sit down and relax,” I said with a smile as I walked over to Zicheng. “When Zicheng’s desires take over and he comes to you, just don’t shoot him.”

Hayashi Junko looked even more uneasy but eventually sat down.

Soon, I heard her sobbing.

I ignored her and walked to Zicheng’s side.

After drinking Daji’s wine, Zicheng had been lying on the table, unconscious.

I gently lifted his right eyelid. Because he was asleep, his eyes were vacant and lifeless.

I closed the “Eye of Illusions” and gathered my demonic energy into it.

“Zicheng, stay,” I said, then suddenly opened my Devil eye, letting the accumulated demonic energy flood into Zicheng’s eyes!

Zicheng shuddered, then began to mutter, “Ruoru… Ruoru…”

He spoke while tears streamed down his face.

Just now, I used the ninth layer of ‘Hell,’ ‘Heartbreak,’ on Zicheng.

‘Heartbreak’ means “longing to the point of breaking one’s heart.”

Normally, this move would intensify the target’s longing for someone or something to an extreme degree in a short time, causing immense heartache, mental breakdown, and even suicidal tendencies.

But when I used it on Zicheng, I altered the details slightly.

This move would linger in Zicheng’s mind for a long time but wouldn’t drive him mad. Instead, every time he saw Hayashi Junko, he would see the face of his deceased wife and recall their moments together.

“Now, it’s up to you, senior,” I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead and turning to Daji, who had been sitting quietly.

Daji stood up, smiling and asked, “Do you want Zicheng to be rough or gentle with her?”

“Rough,” I replied without turning as I opened the door. “Let him see clearly what he’s done.”

Daji smiled and her left eye suddenly turned red, activating the “Eye of Allure.”

The “Eye of Allure” would ignite Zicheng’s boundless lust.

With only his sexual desire left, he would uncontrollably want to have sex with Hayashi Junko, and he would do so repeatedly as long as he had the strength. His actions would be rough, possibly injuring Hayashi Junko’s private parts, but I couldn’t worry about that now.

I could only hope that Hayashi Junko, filled with the image of his deceased wife, could endure Zicheng’s “storm.”

When Zicheng woke up, it would be too late to undo anything.

As a responsible police officer, he would never leave her.

Moreover, Hayashi Junko had changed in his eyes now.

Their bond had been twisted together, inseparable.

Just as I closed the door, an evil aura surged from the adjacent room.

Soon followed Zicheng’s incoherent murmurs and Hayashi Junko’s screams and sobs.

…

The next day, when Zicheng woke up, he found himself naked, holding an equally naked Hayashi Junko.

He had forgotten about our drinking session the night before. In his mind, he only remembered drinking heavily to drown his sorrows, getting drunk, and passing out.

Seeing the slight trace of blood on Hayashi Junko’s swollen private parts, he understood what he had done. He wanted to kill himself to atone, but Hayashi Junko stopped him.

“If you want to die, kill all the Satan’s Cult members first,” Hayashi Junko said coldly, her eyes red.

Feeling deeply guilty towards Hayashi Junko, Zicheng dared not disobey her, so he ultimately stayed.

At the same time, he began to look at Hayashi Junko with a different expression.

Finally, we headed to the airport and took a flight to Egypt.

There were five of us, no more, no less.